My Two Week Wait

The embryo transfer itself went very smoothly. Nice staff, prompt appointment, swift and painless procedure and most of all James was happy! As we left the previous transfer he was very cross at the speed of which the embryos had "been rocketed out of the catheter" but this time is was much smoother.

As we left the clinic though, i felt a lot of mixed emotions. They had transferred two embryos of below average quality both with a less than ideal number of cells and the remaining embryos all looked worse. I had that feeling of history repeating itself.

I spent the first coupe of days just researching success rates but i already knew the jist of it. We were screwed. I think one of the statistics was 20% which might seem like a decent shot until you consider that to get a baby in a perfect world you'd need five of them and we only had two on board.

I was also waiting in anticipation of news of the remaining embryos that had been left to grow on to day 5, not that i had any expectations. We'd never got more than two blastocysts previously and hopefully they were already in my uterus!

The update on day 5 was a bit of a shock. We had three blastocysts and one of them was 3BC (borderline for freezing) so they intended to freeze it later on while growing the others to day 6.

Ok, so day 5 wasn't the shock. Day 6 was the shock! We now had four blastocysts, they had frozen the one the day before but it had increased to 3BB before freezing and they had another they wanted to freeze that was 4BC! We had two frosties!!!

Amazing news, right?! Maybe.

Either that meant that the the ones inside should be even better than those... or that they'd put the wrong ones back.

I think that overall we was just happy to have some frosties. It was something else we had achieved that we hadn't had before and we had learned to really make the most of all these little goals because by the time you get to cycle 6 after having to overcome hurdle after hurdle, it's those that keep you going.

Now the really hard part began, nothing to do but wait, but i was feeling very contented and relaxed.

I was keeping my eye on the calendar, seeing when things should happen in terms of implantation, and besides my mum making her usual efforts to stress me out i was feeling great.

I'd arranged to go out with my sister on 8 days past retrieval, by which time the embryos should be stuck in place and requiring bloodflow. It was a rather ambitious plan because we were going to an outdoor adventure park for my nephew but i needed some fresh air and fun and thats exactly what i got! We shot each other with foam balls, went on zip wires, a big bouncy castle, roller skates, go karts - you name it! I was aware not to exert myself, but it was so good to let my hair down!

So... implantation should have just about happened... what else is there to do but symptom spot?

I'll stick it in list form:
8 dpo - Uterus/bladder felt bruised if pressed all day long, until i got home and it was gone and felt empty. Went to toilet which is unusal for me in 2ww. No other symptoms at all, everything normal.
9 dpo  - Foul mooded PMS bitch on the warpath. Classic AF, if a little late. Some brief kidney burns. Windy.
10 dpo - Bruised uterus/bladder is back. Ovaries feel like just ovulated and throbbing but maybe cramps. Still a moody bitch, but crying too. Frequent toilet for poo, not the runs. Mostly AF except the bruised feeling and lack of constipation. Windy.
11 dpo - Bruised uterus gone by the evening again. Moody, hot flashes. Still going to the toilet, last cycle drank a bottle of laculose during 2ww and i was still constipated!
12 dpo - Suffered very low cramps and bloated stomach. Lost appetite. Wind less often but it smells like period.


I had a tantrum at 9pm on 12 dpo and tested with a FRER and got very faint line and then a digi came back pregnant! :)

One symptom that i did NOT get that i felt i really should have got reading the internet was sore boobs. My boobs are big and veiny and everyone goes on about their boobs but mine felt and still feel deflated, soft, not sore in the slightest and there is no change in the veins or the colour or anything.